Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 16:39:46 -0800 (PST)
From: B J Courtney
Subject: And still in love - Part 2 (relationships, beginnings)
AND STILL IN LOVE
Part Two -- Getting to know you...
Somewhere about seven in the morning a very cold young
man lay shivering in his bed. The open window had
allowed the icy November air to chill poor James' room
and he was soon awake with a frozen red nose and feet
colder than a corpse's. He wrapped the duvet about
himself and pulled his feet back up against the backs
of his thighs in an effort to warm himself. It was of
no avail. It took all the courage he could muster to
dart out of his bed and close the window he had opened
earlier. Within a split second he was back in bed
snuggling up under the duvet. With one cold hand
playing absent-mindedly with his dick he fell in and
out of a light sleep for the next two hours. He wanted
to get up and take a shower but it was too cold. He
had never been so miserable before in his life, at
home the room was always warm in winter, the central
heating was often on all night. Just after ten he felt
his bladder call so he crossed his legs and hoped
against all hopes that the need to relieve himself
would simply go away. It didn't!
James darted out of the cold room into the slightly
warmer (but still freezing) landing outside his room.
The cold tiles of the bathroom floor made him approach
the toilet on tiptoe. He stood there and reached
inside his pyjama flap to take out his cock and have a
piss. His dick had shrivelled with the cold and was
barely more than two inches long, the foreskin was
closed tightly over the head and he shivered as he
tried to coax his muscle to relax and empty his
bladder. It only took a few seconds but James thought
it was about five minutes before the warm liquid
spurted from him. He clenched his arse and soon a
steady stream was gushing forth. The warmth of the
liquid acted like some type of bodily central heating.
Slowly his dick began to grow in his hand. He looked
down and smiled. Here in his hand was the only cock he
would ever know. He knew it well already! It was a
nice cock, not the biggest in the world, a nice
average four inch soft growing to maybe six inches
when hard but regardless of size, colour, shape or
experience, this cock was the only cock that James
knew.
As the last drops spluttered out he shook his mate and
pushing it back under the flap he scampered back to
his room and dived under the covers. He lay there
holding his cock and caressing it to hardness. He
pulled a pillow behind his neck and kissed it
pretending it was Barry's head and as he imagined he
began to pound his pud fantasising about having the
big Irishman in bed beside him.
James pulled and stroked. He imagined Barry's breath
on his neck and the comfort of having a man in his bed
with him. He reached down with his left and pulled his
pyjama bottoms down to the tops of his thighs. His
hand moved faster and faster, his breaths becoming
shorter and shorter as he arched his back up off the
bed and furiously pounded his plum! He gasped and shot
and then collapsed back on the bed. His cum splattered
all over the front of his pyjama shirt and he
collapsed back on the bed.
He lay there panting. He was out of breath. Wanking
had never exhausted him this much previously! He lay
on his bed recovering and fully wake he began to
regret his actions. He felt dirty and perverted for
having imagined Barry being there beside him. He
thought it would have been better to imagine Mike
because Mike was both better looking than Barry and
closer to James' age. He decided it was time to get
up. He removed the shirt of his pyjamas, wiped his
dick with it, rolled it into a ball and threw it in
the laundry basket: "tonight," he thought, "I'll think
of Mike when I'm wanking!"
He pulled up his pyjama bottoms and settled himself.
He stepped into his carpet slippers, put on his
dressing gown and made for the shower. As he burst
into the bathroom he almost choked when he saw Mike
standing there pissing into the toilet.
"Sorry Mike!" he blurted, "I well like I didn't know
that well that you were in here!"
He began to leave but Mike just laughed.
"Sorry man we never close the door at home and just
never got into the habit here! Don't run off I'm done,
it's all yours!"
James froze and stared in quiet embarrassment. Mike
stood there in the smallest pair of sky-blue briefs
known to man. His lithe body looked great but James
was shocked to see anybody so nearly naked in his
bathroom.
"Shit man you look bad this morning!" Mike drawled in
his sexy accent, "you wanna keep off the beer if it
don't agree with ya man!"
"I'm fine thank you," replied James in his courteous
home-county manner, "I simply wasn't quite expecting
to walk in on you like this and I'm very sorry!"
"What's eating ya mate? Ya never seen a guy in the
changing rooms?" Mike laughed as he grabbed James and
ruffled his hair, "No need to be embarrassed mate, I
ain't got nothing you ain't got!"
James looked after him as he left his need to shower
had passed. He decided he would have breakfast first
and then shower later. He went into the kitchen and
poured a bowl of cornflakes. Mike came in behind him
dressed in shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of sandals
on his feet. James was stunned by his hardiness, the
house was cold and this chap simply didn't seem to
feel it.
"Mind if I join ya?" asked Mike.
"Sure! I was going to watch the news."
The two boys went into the front room with their
cornflakes and two mugs of tea, they switched on the
television and no sooner was the set warmed then Barry
joined them. Like Mike he was underdressed. Barry wore
boxer shorts and open dressing gown but no footwear.
"Fuckin' typical!" Mike said, "This boy can't get
enough telly!"
"Fuck you!" Barry grunted, "What time did you come in
at last night?"
"I was here at three, dad!" Mike laughed.
"And Cindy?"
"I don't think she's home yet?"
"She's some tramp that one!"
James was fascinated by the coarseness of the
conversation and the different ways that his
housemates used the English language. He rarely used
strong language and was amazed that both Mike and
Barry said 'fuck' as if it was just an ordinary word
like 'cup' or 'hello'.
The three lads sat drinking tea and watching Jerry
Springer on the box. It was about midday when they
heard a key in the door.
"Godzilla is home!" Mike stated flatly.
James spluttered into his mug of tea. It wasn't very
funny as comments go but it certainly made sense.
Cindy poked her head around the door.
"Nice to see you boys have something useful to do on a
Saturday!" she sneered.
"Bad score last night?" Mike asked caustically.
"Fuck you Mike!" and she pounded up the stairs.
"What a lady!" Mike remarked.
"Who Cindy?" James asked, "but she said 'fuck'!"
"And?"
"Well it's not very ladylike," James stated
"That one is about as ladylike as Mike Tyson's
armpits!" Barry added.
In strange and unfamiliar surrounding James was
discovering that staying on in the comfortless world
of houseshare was not as bad as it had appeared at
first. The residents were coarser than what he had
known to now but he liked the banter, the bad language
and even the freedom of walking around the house
dressed in bedwear or less. He liked the spontaneity
of Barry's wit and the rough talk that was Mike's way
of expressing himself. In fact although he felt a bit
out of place he realised that life was more fun in
London at the weekend that it was back in the shires.
He excused himself and went upstairs to dress and
study. When he reached his room he thought about his
two housemates in the room below. Mike was a stringy
fellow with a nice smile and certainly the sight of
him in those underpants that morning would give James
an image to toss off to later. Barry's open dressing
gown revealed a sight he hadn't expected. Because
Barry was almost bald it surprised James that his
chest was so hairy. His limited experience of men
meant that he had little idea of general body types
and the only male form he knew was his own. He
showered, dressed and sat as his desk to study the
finer points of land law, but his mind kept wandering
back to the image of Mike in his underpants and then
on to Barry's chest. He chuckled and thought of Sean
Connery -- the sexy James Bond star was also bald with
a hairy chest, he laughed to himself as he thought;
"the name is Bond, Barry Bond!"
"Fuck!" he said out loud and stamped out of the room
and downstairs to call his parents. His parents were
naturally concerned for their son and the conversation
with his mother dragged on. She had no real idea why
her son wasn't home that weekend but suspected that he
might have found a girlfriend. Her searching questions
uncovered nothing because her innocent son wasn't
seeing anybody and therefore didn't avert to what she
was really asking.
The innocent young man had no idea what was going
through his mother's mind, all he knew was that he was
tired, he had lots of study to do, he was dreading
work on Monday morning and he wanted her to get off
the phone!
"You don't appear to be very happy James!" his mother
remarked, "would you like to speak to your father?"
"I'm just very tired with the study and work mum!"
James replied, "I really am so tired!"
"Okay then son, I'll let you go. Love you!"
"Love you too mum!"
And he hung up.
James was very tired and what he said to his mother
hadn't a word of a lie in it. In fact he was so tired
that he crawled into bed and snuggled up under the
duvet. He didn't feel well. He was getting the
symptoms of a cold and he felt queasy. The desk called
him but he couldn't face study, he closed his eyes and
sleep came quickly.
Monday came all too quickly and James found himself
sitting behind his cluttered desk at Roberts & Grimes.
Life was not great!
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